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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 11:00 pm
This time around, Amapola doesn't have much trouble finding Criofan and Texas' home on the beach. She holds the hands of the...two! little ones as the toddle through the sand alongside her.
She's nervous about seeing him again. She isn't sure how he'd react to them, but it was only decent of her to introduce him to them. Only fair to them, really. She doesn't expect anything more of him, just doing this so they'd know who he is.
And so she takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 11:19 pm
Actually, Criofan was in a pretty decent mood.
Things had been going okay! There was no more worries about keeping up a relationship with that Erylia now that the month was over, there were no more worries about what he had done with Amapola because she was taking care of the kid herself, there was tons of shiny golden objects to bathe himself in within his horde of treasure... how could the world be anything but sunny?
Lady Luck had finally found him again, and Criofan would kiss her and marry her if she wasn't just a concept. That was one relationship he wouldn't mind getting himself entangled in. Of course, since he believed that the world was nothing but gold at the moment, the thought that the knock at the door could be anything but someone he wanted to see never crossed his mind. Instead, jauntily, he made his way over to the door to open it up.
The leprechaun practically threw the door open in all of his happiness... before his face visibly fell. And his shoulders visibly slumped. His whole form seemed to droop at little at the sight of who was beyond the doorway. That wasn't what he wanted to see on the other side. Amapola and... not one, but two children that were definitely sparkling like he did. Criofan visibly shuddered at the thought.
It would take a few moments before he offered a, "Hi?"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 11:34 pm
Amapola forces a smile. He doesn't look like he wants her here any more than she wants to be here. "Hi," she answers. "Look, I know you don't want anything to do with me, but I just thought it was only right to introduce you. I mean, you are their father after all." A brief smile lights her face. "I wasn't expecting twins, but they're both so beautiful...!"
"I haven't named them yet...I couldn't help but wonder if you had any input. I'd thought Masozi for the boy, but a name for her escapes me completely." She shrugs softly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 11:54 pm
Beautiful, right. They were so beautiful with their inability to use a proper bathroom, or their ability to drool, or their ability to break eardrums... After all, that was the job of babies. He couldn't understand why anyone would want them. "Only genetically," responded Criofan, glancing back up at Amapola after he was done observing the children.
Names? She was asking him for names? Didn't he already imply that he wanted to see these kids for a day at a time at most? Why would he care about what their names were if he was just going to toss them back at her anyway? ...And why did he feel like someone was staring at him? The faerie glanced down to the two children to find a pair of differently colored eyes glancing back up at him.
Seemed the little girl had inherited his hair. Good for her. "Masozi sounds like a fine, strong name," offered Criofan, half-heartedly, not totally interested in the conversation. He was too busy tilting his head at the little girl... which the little girl then copied.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 12:00 am
Amapola smiles at their simple interaction. Maybe they'd bond after all. She bends down silently and picks up the little girl. She holds her out to Criofan. "Go on, she won't bite."
The more she thinks about Masozi, the more she likes it for the little boy who clings to her leg shyly. "They're wonderful children," she says. "They aren't loud or obnoxious like Kieran at all. Kieran's the little boy my sister looks after," she adds. "And is he ever a handful. But no, these two are sweet and quiet and loving..." She smiles a dreamy smile.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 12:13 am
Criofan was brought back to reality when the little girl he was observing so intently was suddenly picked up and moved out of his range of view. He lifted his eyes back up to Amapola to find that she was pushing the little girl towards him. Uncertain of what she was trying to suggest, Criofan quirked a brow at Amapola as if she was joking. The little girl, in turn, attempted to do the same thing by opening her eyes wide as if she was surprised.
The blood zebra was going on and on, but Criofan wasn't quite paying attention. He offered an "Oh really?" as if he wanted her to go on in her description of the two... but his eyes were on the young girl Amapola had attempted to pawn off onto him. How many things would she try and copy from him? Deciding to amuse himself, Criofan stuck his finger in his ear to see if the little girl would too.
And indeed, she did. The little girl raised her little pudgy arm so she could stick it into her ear and copy her daddy, not making a sound but observing him intently as if every move he made was of the utmost importance. The leprechaun snickered... and the leprechaun's daughter attempted to make the same sound with little success.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 12:23 am
Amapola rolls her eyes and shifts the little girl to her hip when it becomes obvious that he isn't going to take her. No, he seemed to be having more fun making faces at her...and she seemed more than content to copy his movements. Amapola smiles softly at the two and tousles Masozi's hair at her knee.
The little boy clings to his mother's leg and looks up at the very yellow person she'd called 'father'. The word seems like it should mean something to the little one, but he can't make much sense of what they're saying. He watches him make faces at his sister, and watches his sister smile and react with glee. He wonders what their mother thinks of that.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 12:34 am
She, unfortunately, didn't react too well to being pulled away from Criofan and began to quietly whine, not outright crying yet but certainly making a fuss. The little girl attempted to push away from her mother and back towards the sparkly man, pushing her arms out towards him as if that would get her what she wanted--attention from him.
Unfortunately or fortunately, Criofan didn't really catch the hint and only watched the sparkling tot attempt to get back towards him, before deciding to make another face at her. He pulled down his eyelid and stuck his tongue out, but was disappointed to find that the little girl was so busy reaching out for him that she wasn't copying now. Bah, that wasn't any fun. The leprechaun rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the woman holding the young girl.
Stupid kids. "What've you been calling them, anyway?" asked Criofan out of curiosity, no longer quite as interested in the little girl despite her increased interest in him. "Since they don't have names an' all. Kiddums? Spawn?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 12:42 am
"Well, mostly I've used 'little one' or 'dear.' They seem fitting enough." She struggles to keep ahold of the little girl and not drop her. "Take her, Criofan, she wants you.
The little boy stands up straighter. Sister wasn't happy, and that made him unhappy. What had happened? He wonders. Why was she suddenly so fussy? Did the funny yellow man who mother called 'father' make a mean face at her?
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 12:59 am
Well, she at least could have been a little more creative! He liked the idea of calling them bags of poo... At his thoughts being interrupted, though, Criofan could only groan to himself. Ugh, Amapola was trying to pawn the girl off on him again. Why would he want to hold her? She'd probably just start thrashing around the way she was thrashing around in Amapola's grasp.
Still, the little girl was incredibly persistent. Whining getting louder, she leaned in the direction of Criofan and clenched and unclenched her fists as her own personal sign. Since the increased crying was making Criofan cringe, he finally gave up and took the girl with his hands, holding her at least good foot away from his body.
That wasn't quite what she wanted, though, and she showed it by leaning forward in an attempt to get closer. Criofan scrunched his nose and turned away from the toddler rather immaturaly, shutting his eyes tightly as the little girl began to cry quietly again, once again clenching and unclenching her fists at him even though he had technically done what she had tried miming at him.
Finding the crying incredibly annoying, Criofan awkwardly turned his attention back towards the little girl, glared, and drew her closer. That seemed to placate her for the moment, since she began giggling and attempting to copy his angered expression.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 12:19 pm
Once Criofan had taken the little girl, Amapola bends to pick up the little boy. Masozi. She coos gently at him and holds him on her hip, and smiles to herself as the little one clings to her arm and hides her face in her shoulder.
"Looks like she's quite taken with you," says Amapola to Criofan. "Why don't you keep her for a few hours? I'll come back later?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 7:15 pm
Wasn't holding her enough for this woman?! The last thing he wanted to do was take care of a giggling tot for the next few hours. He opened his mouth to reject vehemently, but shut his lips when he realized that part of the deal was that he was willing to take care of them for a few hours at a time. Damn it! While Criofan was a deceitful creature by nature, she did know where he lived, and resignation became the dominant expression on his face.
"Fine..." At least he didn't have to deal with the both of them, and at least this little girl wasn't squalling too loudly at him. In fact, she seemed rather calm now with her head nestled near his heart, something that seemed to creep Criofan out more than anything by the way he scrunched his nose when he looked down at her.
At least it was only a few hours. He could deal with a few hours. He was a man of luck! There was no way anything could happen to annoy him that way... "Can't be that bad." While reluctant, Criofan would play his part as the genetic and sometimes actual father for the moment.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 11:37 pm
"It won't be, I promise," says Amapola with a smile. "I think we'll be just walking on the beach and playing in the water. If something goes wrong or you need me, you can find me easily that way." She hefts the little boy's weight up onto her hip again, eliciting a giggle from the toddler.
Personally she isn't too sure about leaving him alone with the precious little girl, but how else would she coax him into a paternal role? It's also a chance to see how the little ones do separated. The boy in particular seemed rather fond of his sister, and she by now fully expects him to begin wailing as soon as they leave. Better to foster some independence, right?
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 12:08 am
That was still too far for Criofan, though. Why couldn't she just take the little girl with her and that little boy--what was she calling him again?--so they could play together on the beach? Criofan didn't want to have to find some way to amuse a female tot for the next few hours. That was the last thing on his agenda, though he was obligated to doing this in some kind of twisted way.
Why had he ever agreed to even just a few hours when Amapola was still pregnant? It was already coming to bite him in the a**. "That's good. Glad you'll be nearby." At least if the kid started squalling, he could probably stick his head out the door and toss the tot at her, even if she was too far away from Criofan's true comfort.
He glanced down at the child who was still far too content resting her head on his heart. Creepy... Why was the little brat attaching to him? That meant it would be harder to get her to go away with her mother again, which was where the kid belonged. There was no way Criofan was going to make raising a clingy child part of his life, even if she had inherited his hair.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 4:28 pm
[Sorry it's been a few days. <3 I've been kinda stuck on this one. D:]
Amapola smiles. "We'll just be down by the water. The tide's low and there's all sorts of neat things to occupy a little boy's attention. I think I'll call him Masozi after all, too." She tilts her head at Criofan and the little girl. Amapola hadn't noticed until now that she'd inherited her father's hair. "Maybe you can figure out what she should be named."
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